Bonus Round 6: Remixes

[referees]

The goal is in sight, participants! Let's finish strong by drawing upon the thousands of fanworks you've created this summer and putting them in new lights.

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.

RULES

• Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO 2017 and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, a podfic of someone else's work, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild! Sequels do count as remixes, with limits: "And then the same thing happened again" is not ok, but "And then some totally new thing happened" is fine, and please don't create only sequels.
• You cannot remix your teammates' works. You cannot remix your own works. You can remix fills that were created to your own prompts.
• You can remix a remix, but if we see any remix chains we'll be upset, so do this with moderation and restraint.
• You must have permission from the original creator. There's a blanket permissions post here (feel free to add yourself to it!), or you can leave a comment on their original post asking for permission.
• You must include the dreamwidth link to the original work in your post.
• Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment in response to this post.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

FORMAT

Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)
• 400px by 400px (art)
• 14 lines (poetry)
• 8 tracks (fanmixes)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If FILLING:

If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Original Work:</strong> <a href="url">link</a> (place the DW link here) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Original Work:</strong> <a href="url">link</a>(place the DW link here) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

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SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!

For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 455

***

Himuro's stuck in bed with a fever, and his first thought is that it's a shame that he can't take the train this morning and see Iwaizumi.

He groans softly to himself, rolling onto his side and burying his face into his pillow. It's incredibly rude of his mind to think of Iwaizumi when he's this sick and his walls are lowered. The last thing that he wants to do is lie in bed all day and think about Iwaizumi, for lack of anything better to think about.

Unfortunately for him, that's about all that he spends the day doing.

He stares at his ceiling for a while, trying to fall asleep so that the medicine can just do its thing and get him back to feeling healthy again so he can continue on with his life. He doesn't even need to close his eyes to imagine Iwaizumi's unruly hair, his grin, his broad shoulders, the fire that burns behind his eyes when he talks about volleyball, the way he carries himself like he's comfortable in his own skin.

Himuro can feel his face burn, and at least he has his fever to blame it on. At least thinking of Iwaizumi is a pleasant way to fall asleep.

He wakes up sometime in the afternoon, delirious, and grabs for his phone with the sudden need to check up on Iwaizumi. He types it out, and then realises that he doesn't have Iwaizumi's phone number. He didn't even think to ask for it when he invited Iwaizumi to the school festival, just told him where and when to meet. It feels like an oversight now and he locks his phone with disappointment, rolling over and going back to sleep.

By the time he wakes up again, the sun is starting to set and he feels much better than he did before. He sits up in bed, brushing his hair back out of his eyes, and unlocks his phone to find the message that he'd typed out before. He laughs as he rereads it, a mess of feverish thirst that makes him incredibly glad that he doesn't have Iwaizumi's number after all, so that no one else ever needs to know that Himuro, at the worst point of his fever, wrote an entire essay about Iwaizumi's hands and how rough his palms look and how nice they must feel, how HImuro wants to know how they feel against his own. The message is long enough to fill two screens and Himuro shakes his head at himself, selecting the entire thing and deleting it.

He's just going to pretend that never happened, and hold onto that poker face extra tightly next time he sees Iwaizumi on the train.

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: mentions of sexual content
Other Tags: angst, first person pov, songfic, chinese???, if that doesnt count pls count my english translation of the chinese lyrics i wrote as a poem _(:3/, multimedia fill
Original Work: link by hyalinee
Word Count: 20 lines

sorry about my singing LMAO i cant sing. the melody and the 2 italicized lines in the transcript are from the original song.

***

listen here (1:56)
lyrics in chinese

if i told you to spread our wings
and with a flutter of our sleeves take to the farthest reaches of the land,
a stubbornness appears in your eyes
the firelight reflecting our past

there's an unspoken sorrow between us
an illusion of the comings and goings of this place,
this life, i've found my way to you
so let me keep pretending

if, in the distant future
we still don't know how far away is too far
i wish you could take your longing
and send it into the sky, to one day land at my window

in the past i remember the cameilla i put behind your ear
i already cannot remember your fingertips on my skin

you laugh, bitter, and say the beautiful me in the painting
is worth much less than the promise i made you
i listen to the cry of the cicadas outside
like a moth to flame we sigh, and the memories start to fade

yet the song you used to play for me
still resonates

Re: FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T

[hyalinee]

i know i yelled at you already but

THIS!! IS!! SO!!!!! EXTRA!!!!!!! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS I START CRYING WHEN I EVEN THINK ABOUT THIS JFGDSFGJLSK IM MUFFLED SHRIEKING jdsafl i cant believe that 1. you went and wrote lyrics for this then 2. sang it then 3. TRANSLATED IT ALSO im so jdsgfsh YELLS A LOT i cannot believe you im so kjdsgfjkdsgfl weeps a lot

thank you for this it's so lovely IT'S SO EXTRA I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DID THIS HONESTLY IM SDFJGSDKJGFK <33333333333333

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi & Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by cherrysalmon
Word Count: none

I love that poem and couldn’t decide between an edit and podficing it but I went with an edit because maaan, it was just described so prettily that I went for an edit! I hope you like it. WARNINGS FOR BLOOD AND BRUISING.

***

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, E

[mousapelli]

Ship: Kuroo/Akaaashi (Kuroo/Bokuto/Akaashi)
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: sexual content (polyamory, established)
Other Tags: makeup sex, exhaustion, career uncertainty
Original Work: only too much is enough by Bees
Word Count: 1543

More Akaashi's sex rage series, for Bees!

***

The train ride home seems to take three hundred years. The conference went well but was exhausting, three days full of meetings and business lunches and small talk and being introduced to people by his boss. Even Kuroo, reasonably social by nature, had begun to wear down by the last day, longing for home, for his own bed, for Bokuto's strong arms, for Akaashi's mouth on his skin.

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[mousapelli]

Ship: Ukai/Takeda (student-aged)
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: smoking, mild delinquency, Suga-senpai is sneaky, some girls from the tennis team.
Original Work: Ukai/Takeda and Kags/Hinata age flip AU fill
Word Count: 673

High school Ukai would not have been in any way prepared for high school Takeda if they were both first years on the same team.

***

Math sucks, Ukai thinks, staring out the window. School sucks. Getting yelled at by Coach Kageyama for smoking and cutting class sucked, and having to mutter an apology to Hinata-sensei's sad, disappointed eyes also sucked.

Having only a long, grueling volleyball practice after this to look forward too…Ukai tries to add it to the list, to insist that it also sucks, but truthfully in the privacy of his own head, Ukai is forced to admit that he's looking forward to it, that burning off the energy feels good, that Sugawara-senpai makes being a setter look fun and how patient he is with Ukai feels nice. Last week Ukai almost started a fight in the stairwell with a second year that called him a shitty wannabe Yankee, but then Ukai had head Sugawara's gentle voice in his head reminding that they needed him so could he not get suspended for fighting again? And then Ukai had stomped off, grumbling to himself.

Ukai doesn't really get what's going on with himself lately. Putting a lot of effort into something he's not immediately good at isn't exactly his way, plus it's volleyball, which everybody always tried to push him into just like his shitty old man grandpa, who used to be some kind of ace coach or something. Whatever.

"Ukai-kun!" Takeda is waving over the edge of the railing outside the clubroom, flailing harder when Ukai doesn't respond immediately, glasses slipping down his nose. "Ukaiii-kuuuuun!"

"Shaddup, I hear you!" Ukai barks back, cheeks going pink when a cluster of girls from the tennis team giggle at him as they trot by. "Don't fall over the raiing, idiot!"

Takeda is a mess, his hair is a mess, his receives are a mess, when he tries to talk he gets too excited and his words tumble out a mess. He's stupidly short for a middle blocker and his glasses are held together with tape from a practice incident last week, but he still beams up at Ukai like the sun, already in his gym clothes. "Hi! You'll toss to me today, right?"

"No," Ukai says curtly, shouldering Takeda out of the way so he can go in and get changed himself. He tosses over his shoulder, "Not until after you receive five of Asahi-san's serves."

Takeda's whine of "But that's impossibleeeeee," makes Ukai smile, he can't help it, until Takeda hollers that Ukai is SMILING, he must have seen those TENNIS GIRLS, RIGHT?

Takeda is still waiting around when Ukai emerges, for all his talk about hurrying up and getting to practice, and he trots along with Ukai's longer strides, babbling about his afternoon classes and how he got 40 points on his history test but at least he's doing all right in math.

"Math sucks," Ukai says with feeling, making Takeda trip over his feet for a second because usually Ukai doesn't say anything on their walk over.

"Do you…want help?" Takeda asks. "We could study together! Yachi-san helped me and now I get it fine, so do you want to?"

He means to snap a no, because he's already spent more time today than he wants to on math, but when he opens his mouth it comes out like, "I guess."

"YAY!" Takeda exclaims, hopping up in the air. "My house is far, but I bet Coach will let us hang out at the store, or I could come over to your place, or…"

"IF YOU'VE GOT SO MUCH ENERGY, GET IN HERE AND PRACTICE RECEIVES," Coach Kageyama bellows out the door, and Takeda goes still, face turning pink. And then Sugawara leans out the doorway, his usual smile turned just a bit sneaky, and says he's really glad Ukai is getting along better with his teammates, isn't nicer that way, isn't it?

"Get bent, senpai," Ukai mutters under his breath as he bends to change to his indoor sneakers next to Takeda. Sugawara only laughs at him knowingly, and Ukai hides his pink cheek against his knee.

Re: FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[marks]

YES GOOD. I had this on my remix list too and maybe I'll get to it but either way at least someone's given me more of this fill.

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, G

[yrindor]

Ship: Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yuusuke
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: injuries
Original Work: link by mother_herbivore
Word Count: 788

Remix permission granted in blanket permissions post.

***

It was still dark outside when Kinjou woke up. The air conditioner was silent, undoubtedly broken again; he'd put in a service call first thing Monday morning. Until then, the heat and humidity were stifling, and he'd kicked off his blankets, and more importantly, the pillow under his knee, in his sleep. He groped around over the side of the bed until he found it and dragged it back into place. Everywhere his skin touched it overheated immediately.

"Problem?" Makishima mumbled from next to him.

"It's fine. Go back to sleep."

"'kay," Makishima said, curling up against his back. Their skin was sweat-sticky where it touched, but that had never seemed to bother Makishima.

Kinjou shifted again trying to find a comfortable position, but eventually he gave up on trying to fall back asleep and settled in to listen to Makishima's steady breathing and the rattle of the trains passing by outside.

When the first rays of sun crept into the apartment, he rose. He could tell the minute he stepped out of bed that his knee hadn't appreciated the time it had spent unsupported during the night. He leaned heavily on the counter to take some of the strain off of it while he made breakfast. He'd be standing all afternoon at a gallery opening Makishima wanted to attend, so he'd the breaks wherever he could find them.

The smell of a cooking omelet lured Makishima out of the bedroom just as Kinjou finished cooking, and they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together. Then, Kinjou went to change while Makishima called Kanzaki and Koga to see if either of them had advice on fixing the air conditioner.

Kinjou sighed as he pulled on his knee brace and tightened the straps. He normally didn't mind it that much when he had to wear it, but the thought of it under his clothes in the heat and humidity of Tokyo in August was almost as unpleasant as the thought of trying to find a seat on the trains downtown.

"I thought you were limping this morning," Makishima said from the doorway.

"It's just a little stiff. I slept on it wrong."

Makishima crossed to the bed in a few long strides and jabbed a finger into the outside of Kinjou's thigh. Kinjou hissed.

"That's more than a little stiff. Anyway, Kanzaki and Koga both said our air conditioner sounds like it's on its last legs, but they had a few tricks to try. Stay there. This should only take a minute."

Kinjou started to change into his dress pants, but Makishima's stern, "I told you to stay put," had him sitting back on the bed in his boxers.

Behind him, the air conditioner sputtered back to life with a unhealthy whine, and then Makishima was standing in front of him again and undoing all of the closures on the brace with the ease of long practice, supporting Kinjou's leg so that it didn't flex suddenly when the brace fell away.

"You haven't seized up this badly in years," Makishima said as he felt the tight muscles in Kinjou's leg. "Not since your last Interhigh. Lay back."

"I didn't sleep well," Kinjou admitted, "but it'll be fine. If we don't leave soon, we won't make it to the museum on time."

Makishima paused partway through testing Kinjou's range of motion. "You are in no shape to be standing around an art gallery all afternoon."

"I'll be fine. It's been worse."

"It's not worth it. Not if you're going to be in this much pain the entire time."

"Then go without me."

Makishima stared at him. "And leave you here like this? We both know you can't get the leverage to work it out on your own when it gets this bad."

"But you've been looking forward to this for months."

"And the exhibit's going to be open through the end of the winter. We'll have plenty of other chances to see it."

"You wanted to hear the presenters though."

"They put the recordings up online afterward, and even if they didn't, it's not worth it." He set Kinjou's leg down gently and crawled up to lay down beside him. "I love you," he said, "and that means all of you. You turned down the invitation to that movie screening last spring when you found out they didn't have subtitles. I'm turning down this. We planned to go on a date today, and if your knee means we stay here and order pizza instead of going out, then we order pizza and have a date night in front of the TV."

Kinjou pulled Makishima into his chest. "I love you," he said, and maybe it wasn't just sweat stinging his eyes.

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, T

[yrindor]

Ship: Makishima Yuusuke & Toudou Jinpachi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: puncturing the skin
Other Tags: needles
Original Work: link by mother_herbivore
Word Count: 440

Remix permission granted in blanket permissions post.

***

Makishima's phone rings at exactly 7pm every other Saturday.

"Maki-chan!!!" Toudou yells through the speaker. "It's that time again! You didn't forget, did you? Do you have everything you need?"

Makishima can't help but laugh. No matter how long it's been, Toudou's earnestness doesn't change. "I just finished dinner. Give me two minutes to grab everything."

"You're running late, Maki-chan! Schedules are important!"

Makishima leaves the phone on the edge of the bathroom sink. He can hear Toudou's chatter all the way in the bedroom.

"Okay, I'm back," he says when he returns.

"You just had another follow-up appointment, right? Did they change your dose at all?"

"Nope, everything's fine as is."

"Great! I'm here if you need anything! Don't forget to wash your hands first."

The motions are almost second-nature to Makishima now as he goes through them—wash his hands, open the packages, draw up his dose of testosterone, change the needle, clean off his leg, get a band-aid ready while the alcohol dries.

"Don't forget to relax!" Toudou calls through the phone.

"I know," Makishima replies, but the reminder's always welcome. Most weeks his injection doesn't hurt much, if at all, but there's still something vaguely unsettling about stabbing a needle into his leg.

Toudou's always been there for him, ever since the very first time when Toudou took the afternoon off from work to join him at the clinic. Toudou had been there for him in person the times after that too, during their very brief stint as roommates after he returned from England and before Toudou moved in with Fukutomi.

Toudou's still there for him every time, no matter how busy he is. Makishima knows Toudou's called from the bathroom at work more than once. He thinks that says something about Toudou, and about their friendship. They've both changed a lot since they first met, but if anything, it's only made their friendship stronger. There aren't that many other people Makishima can say that about.

"Maki-chan?" Toudou asks hesitantly. "Are you okay in there?"

"What?"

"You okay? You got really quiet suddenly."

"Heh, everything's fine. I was just thinking."

"You think too much sometimes, Maki-chan. No getting distracted halfway."

Makishima can hear the pout in Toudou's voice, and he laughs silently as he finishes his injection.

"All done," he declares.

"Great! I'm going with Fuku on his business trip, so I'm not going to be around much the next couple of weeks, but I'll be sure to call two weeks from now if I don't have a chance before."

"Have fun!" Makishima says before the line goes dead.

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Podfic
Original Work: link by multilinear
Word Count: None

Did the Cars AU need a podfic? No, probably not. Did I podfic it anyway? Yes, absolutely.

***

Listen Here! [3:10] (Google Drive)

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Kageyama Tobio & Hinata Shoyou & Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Vague Mentions of Past Bullying, Podfic
Original Work: link by mousapelli
Word Count: None

I love the first years, and this Hogwarts AU is A++.

***

Listen Here! [2:57] (Google Drive)

Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[mousapelli]

ohh, nice! thank you for remixing and linking me!

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Hinata Shouyou/Haiba Lev/Tsukishima Kei
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Podfic
Original Work: link by marks
Word Count: None

I did my best to fix the worst of it, but some parts of this are a little loud because I decided it was necessary to practically yell Hinata and Lev's dialogue.

***

Listen Here! [2:51] (Google Drive)

Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[marks]

ahhhhh SCREAM. your Lev voice KILLED ME. And yes, I definitely understand the urge to yell their dialogue, they're loud, loud dudes.

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Tsukishima Kei/Kageyama Tobio
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Brief Mentions of Sexual Content and Violence,
Other Tags: Podfic, Tsukishima Damsel in Distress
Original Work: link by marks
Word Count: None


***

Listen Here! [3:36] (Google Drive)

Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[marks]

YOUR KAGEYAMA IS MURDERING ME, OH GOD.

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Hinata Shouyou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Podfic
Original Work: link by horchata
Word Count: None

***

Listen Here! [2:09] (Google Drive)

Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[horchata]

oh my gosh, this was one of the things that I was the most proud of making, and I feel strange not having said thank you here. thank you so much for reading this. I don’t know if I ever got a chance to hear it, but just seeing that you made a reading of this is so touching. thank you.

FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, E

[marks]

Ship: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: Cisswap
Original Prompt: Main Karasuno team is the women's team AU, Tsukkiyama hot and heavy in the clubhouse by hibari1_chan
Word Count: 1447

remixing porn with porn yaaaay

***

Link to afterhours!

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[hibari1_chan]

Ship: Akashi Seijûrô/Midorima Shintarô
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angsty ?
Original Work: link by hatchbacks
Word Count: 855 words

I couldn't resist trying to write Midorima's "first meeting" with Akashi based on your wonderful fill but it somehow turned a bit angsty afterwards :/ I hope that you still enjoy it though.

***

The first time Midorima saw him, the other boy was walking the path between Teikô’s gates to the school in company of one of the teachers. Mr.Kimura seemed to act much more respectfully towards the redhead than he should have been entitled to considering that he was older and in a higher position of authority than the twelve-year-old boy. Despite his glasses, it took him a few more minutes, and a hundred meters closer to recognize the boy and realize his mistake.

It was not like the Akashi household was particularly showy but their photos did appear quite often in the medias. More of the father than of his heir, but those were still frequent enough so that Midorima as a fervent reader of the Yomiuri shinbun and a casual one of the Nikkei knew exactly how powerful and influential Akashi Seijûrô truly was. The journalists had always portrayed him as a perfectly well-mannered genius, ensuring a long life to their business and financial empire. Considering their similar age, Midorima couldn’t have helped comparing himself to him, and wondering whether their description was accurate or not.

The first time Midorima talked to him was, to his own surprise, the very same day, shutting abruptly his reservations on the subject. He was also present at the basketball club’s tryouts, and even though Midorima had been warned beforehand, it was a completely different thing to actually see the great Akashi Seijûrô in action. It was literally impossible not to listen to him with the natural air of charisma and self-confidence he gave off, and Midorima couldn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off him.

The realization that none of the praises had been exaggerated about him hadn’t been as painful to his ego as he had thought it would be. He was too busy being truthfully mesmerized that such a human being could exist to get hurt or be vexed. After all, in a lot of ways, they were quite similar to one another. They were both from wealthy families, even if Akashi’s was on a whole other level, and expected to hold up to their family heirloom, with all the implications behind it. They mostly bonded over that, and of course, the discovery of their similar interests only seemed to bring them closer. By the end of may, two months after the entrance ceremony, they were virtually inseparable. At least, on school grounds. Akashi was immensely busier than Midorima. He didn’t have any day off, and he already dedicated all his free time to the Teikô basketball club. The green-haired boy despaired to see his now boyfriend outside but he didn’t bring up the subject at first. He eventually did, because he couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

Akashi’s face instantly changed to paint sheer guilt on his features, and when his hand covered his, he noticed that it was slightly shivering. He told him that it wasn’t because he didn’t want to, and Midorima cut him to try to convince him that he was fine with that but he knew it was pointless.

Akashi looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Don’t try to lie to me, Midorima-kun. Firstly, because you’re obviously not cut out for it which I actually appreciate very much. Secondly, because I, myself, am not satisfied with our current situation. I’d love to go places with you, and ideally to go to each other’s home and it kills me not to be able to give you some sense of normalcy that you crave. You deserve so much better than this. Even if my feelings are not half-assed in the least, I’m a strong believer in actions over words. You have every right to be angry at me and… I would perfectly understand if in light of this fact, you were to decide to end things between us. There would be no hard feelings on my part. But, if that wasn’t too much to ask... I’d be really grateful to you if you allowed me to remain by your side as a friend.”

His voice had been steady but the shivers had worsened, and Midorima had seen him gulping down, a movement so subtle that he couldn’t have caught it if he hadn’t been looking for a any kind of sign that he was as averse to that outcome as he was besides the slight hesitations in his rehearsed speech. Midorima didn’t reply right away. He just turned his hand and squeezed the other’s until it stopped shaking. Only then, he spoke up.

“It’s fine, Akashi. We’ll be fine. You have nothing to worry about because there’s no one I’d rather spend time with. If we can only meet at school, we’ll make the most of it.”

He had made sure to speak with determination to make sure not to let any place up to discussion on that topic. Akashi’s shoulders relaxed as the tension left him and his lips lifted up in a small smile. Then he brought the green-haired boy’s hand to his mouth and brushed it against. Their eyes locked and soon after, their lips did.

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[hatchbacks]

whoa this was so emotional! thank you so much for remixing my fill (sorry for the late reply)...i love the way you captured midorima's devotion through akashi's eyes

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[moetushie]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Tags Omitted
Other Tags: war au, Imayoshi's such a dick lmao
Original Work: link by fickle
Word Count: 415


***

Imayoshi had only cultivated his relationship with Hanamiya because it was useful.

Hanamiya’s family was wealthy, though -- and here Imayoshi flattered himself -- his own family had more history, and more prestige. But whatever pride the Imayoshis had in their storied history, it was certainly true that the modern world, which cared nothing for stories, valued present wealth more than past glory.

They’d gone to school together -- at least for a while, until Hanamiya’s wild ways had gotten him expelled. Nonetheless, when they met again during the war, Hanamiya always mockingly referred to Imayoshi as senpai, and Imayoshi allowed it because, once again, it was useful to to keep Hanamiya close.

Imayoshi was intelligent and had a startling tendency to be in the right place at the right time -- and his immediate superiors had a distressing tendency to drop dead of completely natural causes. Very sad, of course, but fortunately Imayoshi had a talent for delivering moving eulogies at gravesites and penning lovely, grief-tinged letters to the people back home.

It was one day, after writing such a letter to the family of a fairly green lieutenant-general that he received a communication from Hanamiya -- a little roll of paper suspended on a silken thread -- and when he unrolled it, it was an invitation have drinks after Hanamiya made his presentation to the top brass. Imayoshi was there too, listening and smiling faintly to see Hanamiya’s little quirks translate themselves genuinely useful skills. Maybe if they had a hundred Hanamiyas, or a thousand, they might not be losing this war. And what horror would that be.

What a disloyal thought!

Imayoshi caught Hanamiya’s eye and his grin widened.

“You look like the cat that age the canary at the meeting today,” Hanamiya said, his teeth pressing briefly against the skin of Imayoshi’s shoulder. Imayoshi sighed. Hanamiya was always strangely tactile and needy after they fucked, probably it was proof that he wasn’t nearly as much of a monster as he pretended to be.

“I’m to be promoted again,” Imayoshi said and felt, rather than saw, Hanamiya smile at that. “As a general, even.”

“A general in your thirties, how lucky. War really is a young man’s game, isn’t it, senpai?”

“I don’t feel particularly lucky. It’s a frontline position and I very well might die and leave you a widow.”

“Go die at once,” Hanamiya said, but without his usual venom.

It was then Imayoshi understood that his kouhai might really love him after all.

Re: FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[fickle]

*flailing* oh no, OH NO. Imayoshi really is a dick here (but it's perfect for him) and I am cringing at the fact that Hanamiya falls for it (falls for him) but oh MAN. I love the little detail of what the invitation is like, and the implications of Imayoshi's rapid rise, and the 'Maybe if they had a hundred Hanamiyas, or a thousand, they might not be losing this war. And what horror would that be.' because yes, it's true and it's terrible.

Mostly it's the second bit that kills me, the "probably it was proof that he wasn’t nearly as much of a monster as he pretended to be". Just incoherent noises of oh god you gave yourself away, Imayoshi saw through you like you always knew he would, this is not going to be good at all. Just. FLAILING. I love how you write these two but man it hurts in this case.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[ellipsometry]

Ship: kindaichi yuutarou/kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link by gogoshiki
Word Count: ~1k


***

Every model has their own signature look. Sugawara has his particular brand of innocent sultriness, Oikawa has his signature pout, Akaashi always has a kind of dreamy, far-off look on his face. As a photographer, Kindaichi learns to work with them all, adapt his angles and approaches to suit their needs. He’s remarkably adaptive on set, letting the model take the lead, even if most other photographers demand obedience and acquiescence from their subjects. But, over time, Kindaichi becomes quite good at what he does.

At least until he meets Kageyama Tobio.

“He’s just so…” Kindaichi makes a move with his hands like he’s trying to strangle someone, “He’s just so! You know!”

“Yes, you’ve articulated your point perfectly,” Kunimi deadpans, reaching across the table to steal one of Kindaichi’s gyoza, “He does have a bit of a reputation, doesn’t he?”

Kindaichi nods firmly. What he means to say is the Kageyama is unlike anyone he’s ever met. He doesn’t have a look, per se, unless being startlingly beautiful is a look. His eyes are always searching, always sweeping his surroundings, like he’s cataloguing everything he sees. He’s quick on set, moving from pose to pose almost faster than Kindaichi can shutter his camera. It’s hard to keep up with him, and Kageyama never seems keen to take orders from the set directors.

Which is probably just as well. Kageyama has a better eye than any of them, after all.

The photos come out beautifully, and Kindaichi wishes he could take credit for them. But it’s all due to Kageyama’s sharp eye, his almost mathematical awareness of his angles at all times. It burns Kindaichi up, frankly, in much the same way that every time he looks at Kageyama he gets a tight, burning feeling in his throat, like he’s witnessing something beyond his comprehension.

To his chagrin, or maybe to his delight – he’s still sorting out his feelings, frankly – Kindaichi finds himself on set with Kageyama again and again. Catalogue shoots, editorials, even a profile on Kageyama for Vogue Japan.

That last shoot is the most involved yet, five different outfits and three separate locations. Kageyama is particularly on edge, and Kindaichi is the only one besides Kageyama’s manager who has actually worked with him before, so everyone keeps turning to him for advice. But Kindaichi doesn’t have any actual insight into Kageyama, as much as he wishes he did.

“Slow down,” he murmurs, and Kindaichi isn’t even sure that Kageyama can hear him, but he does slow slightly, holding in a half-profile shot, neck extended, hand resting on a prop vanity.

“Let go a bit,” Kindaichi says again, and he can physically feel the mood on set simmer. Kageyama’s movements become more fluid, and Kindaichi follows him, crouching around him like a predator stalking his prey.

Although, in this case, Kindaichi is pretty sure he’s the prey.

When it finally clicks, the movements between them, it’s effortless. And when the spell is broken, the creative director clapping his hands together a couple times to indicate they have the shots they need, Kindaichi realizes he’s been staring at Kageyama with more warmth than he really thought possible.

Oh, he thinks, Oh no.

Kindaichi checks his phone, busying himself as Kageyama goes around set to politely thank everyone for their hard work. There’s a text from his mom checking in, and one from Kunimi congratulating him on his big day. An editorial in Vogue is big. I’m proud of you.

Kunimi’s uncharacteristically sappy text aside, Kindaichi has to admit that this shoot is way above his pay grade. And, he thinks, watching Kageyama head across the room toward him, Kageyama is way, way out of his league.

But his voice is unusually soft when he approaches Kindaichi, bowing slightly, “Thank you for your hard work today. I appreciate it.”

“You’re…” Kindaichi laughs under his breath, “You’re welcome. I feel like I should be thanking you. A guy my age usually doesn’t get to photograph an upcoming supermodel for Vogue.”

“Well… I requested you,” Kageyama mumbles, so low Kindaichi has to stoop down to hear him.

“You—“ he chokes on air, “You what?”

Kageyama clears his throat, pulling at the collar of his two-thousand-yen sweater, “I requested you as the photographer. You are the only one who can keep up with me, and I like having you on set.” He says it all in one breath, like he’s practiced it in front of a mirror or something.

“You mean that?” Kindaichi feels a kind of light, dizzy feeling coming on, the same as when he’s had a few too many glasses of fizzy champagne at some boring and star-studded rooftop party.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t really mean it,” Kageyama says, pouting slightly, like he really can’t imagine someone ever saying something they don’t mean, as if trading compliments and favors wasn’t par for the course in this industry. The sheer earnestness with which Kageyama operates is as startling and refreshing as a bucket of ice water drenched over Kindaichi’s head.

“Well, uh,” Kindaichi clears his throat, “Thank you, in any case. I’ll pick out some shots tonight, probably, so they’ll be done soon.”

And then, because the image of Kageyama nodding stiffly and walking away causes a sharp, pinching sensation in the center of Kindaichi’s chest, “Did you… um. Do you wanna grab a bite to eat? And go through the photos together?”

Kageyama goes wide-eyed, frozen in place, half-turned away from Kindaichi, “I… would like that.” He speaks slowly, as if he’s afraid Kindaichi will change his mind any second.

But Kindaichi just beams at him, brighter than any spotlight Kageyama has ever seen, “Good! I’m gonna pack up and I’ll meet you outside? Think of a place to go, I don’t know this area at all.”

Kageyama doesn’t know this area either, but he doesn’t say as much. They’ll figure it out, together.

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[plume_sombre]

can i just... say i want to quote your whole fic... it's so good omg ;; kindaichi closely watching kageyama and thinking 'damn he's beautiful', slowly realizing his feelings and then being a mess when kageyama admits he requested him anjksdn to quote kindaichi 'they're just so!!'

and as usual kageyama's brutal honesty gives me life. that boy is incredible.

good job!!

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, G

[mousapelli]

Ship: Akiteru/Saeko, Akiteru & Kei
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Kei's nephew as the Tsukki Kryptonite, Saeko calling her husband a weenie, domestic fluff
Original Work: here
Word Count: 520

Akiteru and Saeko make an amazing team to torment Tsukki in every universe.

***

"Will you just call your brother? You weenie," Saeko says, eyes still glued to her economics textbook. She lifts it out of the way without missing a beat when Hayato's use of two spoons to imitate his mom's taiko knocks over his cup of juice. It's the second time she's tried this class, although in her defense the first time she failed it because she'd given birth to Hayato during mid-term week.

"I texted him already," Akiteru points out, on his back halfway into this space under the sink, trying to figure out where on earth the dripping is even coming from. "Twice. Kei hates the phone."

"Duh? That's why you do it." Saeko turns a page, absent-mindedly ruffling Hayato's hair when he brings over like a third of the roll of paper towels to mop his juice spill. "Mommy's little helper, huh? You want to see your Uncle Kei, right?"

"Yes!" Hayato exclaims immediately.

"Then tell Papa he's being a weenie."

"Papa is a WEENIE!" Hayato screeches in delight. Akiteru tries to sit up to scowl and bangs his head on the underside of the sink.

"Don't teach our kid to call me a weenie," Akiteru scolds, rubbing his head.

"Don't teach our kid to be a weenie," Saeko retorts. Hayato is chanting weenie weenie weenie in time with his renewed taiko solo. "He's ignoring your texts on purpose. If you don't call him, I will."

"No no no," Akiteru grumbles, climbing to his feet and hunting around for his phone. It's in the middle of a small pond of juice, of course, but its case has saved it from lasting damage, if not from stickiness. Akiteru makes a face as he holds it up to his head, listening to it ring.

Kei grunts a hello, and Akiteru greets him cheerfully, asking about their parents, school, volleyball. Tsukishima answers as monosyllabically as possible, obviously trying to get Akiteru off the phone, but Akiteru presses forward as if he can't hear that.

"So, about the Children's Day picnic…"

Kei makes an irritated noise. "I already told you, I'm too old for that. Plus I'm studying."

So's my wife, brat, Akiteru wants to retort, but matching Kei snark for snark never gets you anywhere with him, only unfailing persistence. But this time even that doesn't seem to be getting him anywhere, and Akiteru makes helpless eyes at Saeko.

Saeko grins, the sharp clever grin that she used to use on Akiteru to talk him into making out in stairwells. She points to Hayato. His wife is a genius. Akiteru grins back at them.

"I'm giving Hayato the phone now, he wants to talk to you!" Akiteru sing-songs. He hands over the phone to Hayato, who is almost vibrating with excitement.

"Hello?" Hayato says. "I'm so happy! Papa says you're coming with us to Children's Day so we can play in the park together!"

"Lay it on thick, kiddo," Saeko advises, attention already back on her textbook. Hayato doesn't disappoint, smugly informing Akiteru that Uncle Kei will definitely be coming to the picnic.

Re: FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, G

[chromatic_coma]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! I have to apologize that I'm only getting to this now, I have been kind of overwhelmed with life the past few days but I FINALLY got to read this and it's perfect. I love that you showed this phone conversation from the other end and fleshed out the little Tsukishima gen 2 family so, so much with so few words and actions. You added so much depth to them all and especially to Akiteru than even I had considered with my focus on Kei's POV. I love that using Hayato is Saeko's evil plan, I love that she's studying and encouraging her son's playfulness at the same time, I love that Akiteru is trying to be the "man of the house", Hayato seems so encouraged and loved between them, all of this is exactly my favorite flavor of kidfic ♥♥♥ Thank you!!

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[bmmq]

Ship: Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Superhero/villain AU
Original Work: link
Word Count: None

this is just a sketch but I plan on cleaning and coloring it!! since i'm busy and i dont think i'll finish before the round ends, i wanted to at least post something :>

also i wasnt sure if i should have makoto's hair out or not so that's why there's two heads =u=;;

***

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 411

***

The hood of his car slams shut again and Himuro blinks with surprise, and that's all it takes to pull him back to reality. At least, he thinks this is reality; he's not sure if people like Iwaizumi are meant to be real, but here he is anyway, smiling at Himuro and wiping his greasy hands on the coveralls that he's half stripped out of, the top part of them hanging around his waist. Himuro clears his throat, trying not to look at Iwaizumi's abs as they show through his shirt, or his thick arms, and looks up to meet his eyes instead.

It's hot and dry, out in the middle of nowhere where his car's decided to break down, but nowhere near as dry as Himuro's mouth right now. He swallows hard, smiling at Iwaizumi, realising that he hasn't absorbed a single thing that Iwaizumi has been telling him about what was wrong with his car, or how he'd fixed it.

"I'm lucky you were driving past," Himuro smiles. "Are you sure you don't want me to pay you for your hard work?"

Iwaizumi shakes his head. "Don't be silly. I'm just glad I could help. You shouldn't be paying me when I'm not on the clock."

"All the more reason why I should be paying you," Himuro argues. "Let me at least but you lunch as thanks for all of your hard work. I hear that there's a good restaurant by the road, just a bit further down."

"Yeah," Iwaizumi nods. "They do good ramen."

"Let me treat you to ramen, then," Himuro replies, biting his lip and smiling at Iwaizumi. "And maybe I could tempt you into sharing a drink with me too?"

Iwaizumi mirrors him, biting his lip too, his gaze flicking between Himuro's eyes and his mouth. "Yeah. Maybe you could tempt me. I'll think about it."

Himuro grins, walking to his car door. "Shall I meet you there, in that case?"

"Yeah," Iwaizumi agrees. "That sounds good."

Himuro's the first to get there, with Iwaizumi pulling in behind him. They walk into the restaurant together, shoulders brushing, and get ushered into a small booth in the corner. It's nice, Himuro thinks to himself. Intimate. He's noticed that there's a motel right beside the restaurant, and wonders if it's too early in the afternoon to stop driving for the day and settle in for the night.

He supposes it all depends on what Iwaizumi wants, too.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, M

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi, Himuro Tatsuya & Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 573

***

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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angst
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 540

***

There isn't a lot about Himuro Tatsuya that Aomine can confidently say that he knows, if he's being truly honest about it. He knows that Himuro is the sort of person who only lets people see what he wants them to, but he'd like to think that in the time that they've been spending together, he's gotten at least some sort of understanding about the way Himuro works.

He definitely knows enough to say that Himuro is the sort of person who needs emotions being put into words for him, that subtlety isn't the approach to take with him because he'll doubt it and convince himself that he's just imagining whatever it is. That works for Aomine, when he isn't a particularly subtle person to begin with, but this particular moment needs some care and planning. It needs the right words, and Aomine's never been good with his words. He only ever seems to be hurting people with them, and that's the opposite of what he wants this time, so he thinks about it for days, trying to make it as simple and to the point as possible, without making it seem forced.

Personally, he thinks that he's done a pretty good job. So when he's at Himuro's apartment, the two of them alone in the kitchen, he just says the words out loud, trying not to make them sound too rehearsed.

"I love you," he tells Himuro, looking up from the hot chocolate he's making, to hold Himuro's gaze. "Seriously."

He doesn't expect Himuro to burst out laughing. He doesn't expect that to hurt as much as it does either.

There's no real saving face, after something like that. He takes a deep breath, stirring his hot chocolate, and biting the inside of his cheek, wondering how quickly he can drink this without scalding his mouth, so he can just leave.

Except then Himuro's laughter stops abruptly, and he's staring at Aomine like he's the one who's wounded.

"You mean it."

Aomine lifts one shoulder in a shrug, still not looking up from his mug.

"Daiki," Himuro says, and when that doesn't work, he steps closer, his fingers under Aomine's chin to lift it. They look at each other, and Aomine sets his jaw and says nothing. Himuro's brows draw together and he looks so incredibly vulnerable that Aomine can't even hate him for how much this hurts. "You actually meant it. It wasn't a joke."

"Did you think it was?" Aomine asks. He clears his throat, and his voice comes out a little steadier. "Do you think I'm the sort of person who makes jokes like that?"

"No," Himuro says softly, dropping his gaze. "I'm… sorry. That wasn't the response you were expecting, was it?"

Aomine huffs out a laugh, but his heart isn't in it. "You could say that."

"I'm—"

"An insecure mess, huh?" Aomine finishes for him, and he's the one who steps forward this time, wrapping his arms around Himuro's waist and pressing his face into the curve of Himuro's neck. "Makes two of us, I guess. Love you anyway."

Himuro wraps his arms around Aomine's shoulders tightly and holds on, like he's realising just how close Aomine was to leaving. "I love you too."

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angst
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 431

***

The problem with self-fulfilling prophecies: it's an addictive feeling, being right about how your life is going to go wrong in the worst possible ways. Tatsuya knows what he's doing, but the habit's too deeply ingrained for him to do anything about it now. He's seen too many people in his life walk away from him, for one reason or another, that he's come to realise that this is just what people do. They leave him.

He has too much pride to be the one to beg that they stay. He's too resigned to the fact to expect anything more from people anyway. It's because he's not good enough; if he knows that, then surely everyone else in his life does as well. Those who stick around are just waiting for the right opportunity. The rest are already gone. He thinks he's earned the right to wait by the door so they can leave.

He doesn't mean to actively push people out of his life, but he supposes that's the next logical step in all of this anyway. It's too easy, when it comes to Daiki. Tatsuya wants him far too much, and he knows that this only means that it's going to hurt extra hard when Daiki finally leaves.

If that's the case, then Daiki might as well leave on Tatsuya's terms, instead of his own.

He's never tried so hard to push someone out of his life before, but he's never loved so deeply either, gripping tighter with one hand while pushing away with the other. He knows it hurts, he can see it in the confusion that flits across Daiki's face before it makes way for anger, and their arguments only strengthen Tatsuya's resolve; he's right, Daiki's going to learn to hate him one of these days and he'll be gone for good, and he might be gone but Tatsuya will still be right and if that's all he can ever have at the end of the day, then so be it.

It works, too, until Daiki looks him right in the eye, a little angry but mostly tired, and says, "If you think I'm caving first, you need to get your head checked."

Tatsuya immediately feels off balance, like his entire plan has been torn out of his hands. Like he doesn't have control of this situation any more.

"I don't know what you mean," he says mildly, and it's only half a lie. He knows what he wants it to mean.

For the first time, he dares himself to hope: that Daiki feels the same.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[chameleonskin]

Ship: Midousuji Akira / Onoda Sakamichi + Onoda's mother
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by fickle
Word Count: None

Quick remix! I hope I will have some time to remix more of your fills <3

***

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content (implied)
Other Tags: supernatural elements, incubus Himuro, demonfucker au
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 434

***

It's going to happen again. Tatsuya already knows it will.

For someone who prides himself on his control, Tatsuya seems to have an utter lack of it when it comes to Shuuzou. A better person would just distance themselves from Shuuzou, but Tatsuya feeds himself pretty lies about how Shuuzou needs him, how he's at a bad point in his life and being abandoned by his closest friend would only make things worse.

(Tatsuya tries not to think about the fact that what they are can't really be classed as friends any more, ever since the first time they kissed, but he refuses to call them anything other than that. It comes with too many expectations, and too many more excuses that he could make for himself. He's already finding that he has no shortage of them.)

So when Shuuzou blinks awake, from where he's been positioned to be leaning in Tatsuya's side, he looks around with surprise and laughs softly. "Did I pass out? I can't believe you actually kissed me breathless."

Tatsuya, already a master of his own poker face at this point in his life, simply laughs and nuzzles into Shuuzou's hair. "You scared me."

"I guess I'm tired," Shuuzou murmurs, and hums as Tatsuya kisses his forehead. "I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately."

Tatsuya already feels like the worst person in the world but somehow, he manages to find it within himself to feel even worse. Shuuzou is the last person in the world who needs someone leeching energy off him, the way that Tatsuya just has.

"I want to do that again, though," Shuuzou murmurs against Tatsuya's shoulder. "I like the way your hands feel under my shirt."

"Yeah," Tatsuya murmurs, and as much as he doesn't want to do this again, he knows what he is now. The incubus in him is already demanding more, thrilled to have found such easy prey. "I like it too."

"Maybe at your place next time," Shuuzou suggests, a smile tugging at his lips, and Tatsuya would do anything if he could make Shuuzou smile like that, instead of the tired, pinched expression he always wears when his father's condition takes a turn for the worse.

Tatsuya thinks of his bed, and how Shuuzou would look in it, how his energy would feel if Tatsuya took even more from him.

"It'd definitely have to be a sleepover," he murmurs, already hating himself for it, hating himself more when he sees the slow grin spreading across Shuuzou's lips.

"Yeah." He presses a kiss to Tatsuya's lips. "That sounds like fun."

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: supernatural elements, demon Aomine, vampire Kagami, incubus Himuro, demonfucker au
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 432

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"You didn't have to kiss him, though," Kagami says, and he sounds a little put out by it, which only makes Himuro laugh.

"That, I didn't," he admits, licking his lips like he can still taste Aomine on them. He catches Kagami following the movement with his gaze, and he's tempted to ask, would you have preferred if I kissed you instead?

He doesn't, but Aomine says for him instead, and it just leads to Kagami sputtering with indignation. Himuro notices that it's not an outright no. Aomine, who finally pushes himself back up to stand up properly, seems to notice it too. He exchanges a glance with Himuro, and it feels far too early in their acquaintance to be having wordless conversations like this, but, well. Things have always been a little different when Kagami is involved, in one way or another.

"Why don't you come home with us?" Aomine asks, and at Kagami's additional splutter, adds, "In an unsexy way, okay, Kagami? Just in a regular come over and visit sort of way, because it's a hell of a lot more comfortable than having reunions in back alleys."

Himuro grins, deciding that at the very least, Aomine's going to be fun. "You live together?"

"It's a separate beds situation," Aomine answers breezily, even as he wraps his arm around Kagami's shoulder.

"You've only been inside him in the demonic way?" Himuro asks, and it shouldn't be this fun to continually make Kagami choke on his own spit, but he's never been a very nice person anyway. "Shame."

"Have you?" Aomine asks, nodding towards Kagami. "Been in him? In any kind of way?"

"You're incredibly invasive, aren't you?" Himuro asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Not good with boundaries," Aomine replies with a light shrug. "Part of the whole possessing people thing."

"Excuses," Himuro tuts, shaking his head. "I haven't, for what it's worth."

Aomine lifts an eyebrow at him, and Himuro gets the unspoken, but you wanted it. Or you want it now..

"Tatsuya's like my older brother," Kagami finally chokes out, and that gives Aomine pause, looking at Himuro again.

Himuro meets his gaze calmly, wondering if Aomine's judging him for it, but in the end, he just shrugs.

"Being like brothers is different to actually being brothers, right?" Aomine asks, patting Kagami on the back. "In the important ways, anyway."

"This isn't how I wanted this to go," Kagami mumbles, covering his face with both hands.

"It's okay," Himuro replies with a smile, placing his hand on Kagami's back too, his pinky pressed up against Aomine's. "This is still fun."